the first line of a song, that makes me smile every time.
I have now saved two posts as drafts--
unsuitable for publishing.
because they're so full of whine, I think you'd all end up drunk--
and since most of you are at work,
this could lead to being fired,
and I would really fucking hate to have that on my conscience.
I'm acting like a 3 year old pumped full of sugar and taken toy shopping--
for another kid's present.
yeah, that's not pretty.
I think being drunk RIGHT THE FUCK NOW would improve my mood just a hair.
either that, or I would discover that I can be a violent drunk,
and I would go find someone who looks like...someone...and beat the shit out of him.
or make out with a girl.
...but not violently.
I am extremely excited for the fondu and martini party on saturday.
sometimes being a grown-up kicks ass, mothafuckas!
and no, I don't intend to make out with a girl (again) anytime soon.
I just said that to fuck with you.
which also sounds fun...
tie you to a chair, and sit on your lap?
yeah, you'd like that wouldn't you?
or maybe that's just me.
I feel like running to the top of the closest mountain (pick one)
watching the sound waves roll across the sky, eastward.
they would be jagged and electric.
as am I.
do not ignore me.
it hurts so much...
I need you, even though I know I shouldn't.
I've come as close to begging as I'm going to,
and soon I will retreat.
hell, maybe I should just give in and write some damn tortured-soul song for evanescence to sing.
I'm such a tard.
someone fucking kick me in the neck, wouldja?
(dammit, I hope Becky doesn't read this, because she's actually close enough to do it. and quite possibly still mad enough, since I corrected her spelling...)
so much for ending on a high note.
oh, I did cross the 100,000 hits line,
but I'm not taking it seriously, since that isn't a true reflection of my readers.
I'm sure everyone gets their google hits and their repeat hits,
but I am fairly sure I get more than the average amount of non-hit hits.
100,000 still rocks.
ted nugent or somebody...
and now the kids are whining...gee, i wonder where they learned it???
I'll go have lunch, work out, and come back with a smile--
you guys either have a good day or give a good day, but don't do both.